Heinz Sight 20/20
I know it’s in there. I can see it. I can feel it. When I put the lid on it and shake it, I can hear it. Why won’t it come out? I have beaten it. Shaken it. I’ve rolled it from one end of the restaurant to the other. I tried boiling it. I tried putting it in the sun. I even thought of breaking the bottle to get at it. It just won’t come out. So I screamed at it. I cussed it. Finally I decided to have mustard on my hot dog. The six year old next to me asked if he could have the ketchup. I handed it to him and snickered to myself. I looked over at the youngster and he had a yummy hot dog covered in ketchup. So I grabbed my purse and knocked him to the floor. I hate a show off.
Manuel on November 26th, 2007
need to open a ketchup bottle? put a white shirt on it, it will ope/explode with ease…….the bastard
Dennis on November 27th, 2007
I hope you wiped your spit off the top of the bottle before passing it to the six year old…gives a whole new meaning to the term “marrying the ketchup,” though this practice stops once the knot is tied.
I do like your technique. Gets me hot.
Peace,
- Dennis
www.donttipthewaiter.blogspot.com
Ribeye of your Dreams on November 27th, 2007
Perhaps the ketchup sensed the upcoming hostility and acted accordingly?
Dennis on November 27th, 2007
That’s really a good look for you, UW!
Jenny on November 27th, 2007
His hands probably weren’t shaking?
National Disgrace on November 27th, 2007
Yes, I find administering oral sex is a great way to coax ketchup out of a bottle..
Dennis on November 27th, 2007
UW…I just checked out your White Trash Cookbook. That’s awesome! I must be white trash, though, because many of the recipes make sense.
Upset Waitress on November 27th, 2007
Oh Dennis, you can take the girl out of the trailer, but you can’t take the trailer out of the girl.
Upset Waitress on November 27th, 2007
Manuel, That’s stupid. That’s like putting on white pants when you know your period is late.
Ribeye, I don’t know what the Ketchups motivation was, but you should never eat a wiener without a condiment.
Jenny, his hands were on fire!
Dennis, Thanks, you should see me on Saturday night!